"General, King Xie of Zhao has been defeated again!"
In Ye City, Han Xin rushed anxiously into Xiang An's command tent with a report in hand.
"Defeated again!?" Xiang An frowned deeply upon hearing the news. "Where are the Zhao troops retreating now?"
"To the northeast."
As they spoke, Xiang An and Han Xin had already moved to the sand table, both frowning.
"Toward Julu." Han Xin pointed at a city, his voice tinged with anxiety.
Xiang An braced himself on the table with both hands, his eyes rapidly sweeping over the sand table. He shifted several markers around, recreating the current situation.
"Tch." He gritted his teeth and called toward the entrance of the tent, "Liao Ye! Bring Fourth Uncle and Commander Liang here!"
"Yes!" Liao Ye's voice came from outside the tent.
Before long, several of Xiang An's generals had gathered in his command tent.
"The plan has changed. The Zhao army's defensive line has fallen back." Xiang An did not waste time and laid out the situation directly. "We can't attack Anyang now. The Commander-in-Chief will likely change his route and cross the river at Wuyan before striking directly at Anyang."
"That completely clashes with our operational objective."
"According to intelligence, Wang Li's army group is also moving south under Zhang Han's orders. The two forces seem to be planning to encircle Julu and launch a final offensive against Zhao."
"General, how many Qin troops are there now?" Liang Ning, a relatively young general, raised his head and looked sternly at Xiang An.
"I don't know, but after the redeployments, Zhang Han's forces number at least one hundred eighty thousand. Besides Zhang Han's army in the south, there are also the troops that previously guarded the Great Wall in the north. Together, they should total at least